Once the performance is over, are they left props, barren remainders, lost without Master Performer, or are they defiant?

Shame. Humiliation. Disgust.

The stocks and the stoning. We have become CCTV. Tallying every foolishness, Internet trawling for proof of indiscretion, failure.

Indiscretion, failure – the being of an artist.

Say no.

No shame. No humiliation. No disgust.

The being of an artist is lifelong learning and those who call us hypocrites, who claim we don’t know what we’re talking about, they will be ignored for we are hungry, so hungry for change, and ours is the right to be forgotten, put in print dumb-half-formed things, get stuck in and make ridiculous statements, reach conclusions and hold no fixed position.